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I could not remember when I had last
felt so ready for change, a new

beginning.

As I travelled to the lake, I reflected
on what the gardeners had taught me.

They did not consider happiness a matter
of chance.

Instead they did everything in their
power to cultivate it.

Through them I could see another way of
being.

Of course, Mother. I will be quick.

Anne!

Mary!

What are you doing here? I'm with Mr and
Mrs Gardner. We're

travelling to the lakes.

What are you doing here?

Mary, we've much to catch up on.

My mother and I were just taking a rest
at the inn.

We're heading home to Nottingham for two
weeks. But what of you and Mr Heywood?

Are you engaged at last?

Actually, Mary, Mr Heywood and I ended
our agreement.

Sorry? I'm now engaged to Mr Powell, who
I met at Mr Ryder's buffet.

Oh, my mother's calling.

Well, someone should tell you.

How is Mr Heywood?

He took the news as well as could be
expected.

I care deeply for Mr. Hayward, but we
were not a match.

He had for many years been trying to
advance his career so that we might be

married.

He was taxing on us both.

I'm sorry.

You will see him at the lake, will you
not?

Take care of him for me.

Of course.

I must go, but I will call for you on
your return to London.

Poor

Tom.

He must be heartbroken.

Oh, yes, he must.

Now while the birds thus sing a joyous
song, and while the young lambs bound as

to the table's sound, to me alone there
came a thought of grief.

Timely utterance gave that thought
relief, and I again am strong.

Did you sleep well, Mary?

I had a dream that Mother came to fetch
me. It was quite frightening.

Your mother will not follow you here.
Can we be sure of that? Mary, your

hates nature.

And any form of inconvenience.

And the North more generally.

Indeed. Look who I've found.

Tom, I'm so pleased that you were able
to join us. I'm not interrupting.

No, not at all. We're very pleased to
see you. I thought long and hard.

About what you said?

I said that he works too hard and should
enjoy himself occasionally.

How lovely that someone listens to me.

We all hang on your every word, don't
we?

Tom, join us. I've already eaten.

Oh, well, in that case, why don't you
two go out and get some fresh air before

we head to the lake?

Good idea.

I have something for you.

Sorry, forgive me.

It was nothing.

Please.

Miss Bennet, I wondered if this might be
of use to you.

It's Mr Wordsworth's Guide to the Lakes,
where geography meets poetry.

Thank you.

It is most fortunate that you're able to
join us.

How was your time at Pemberley, Miss
Bennett?

Oh, Pemberley was... ..very busy.

I'm pleased to hear that your mother has
recovered.

Oh, yes, my mother was, um... ..very
much back to her old self.

That is a good thing, is it not?

Oh, well, no, yes.

But, um, well, in her strengthened
state.

I think she may be more disappointed in
me now than she has ever been.

Well, I'm very surprised to hear that.

Oh, you have not met my sisters, Mr
Hayward.

They are, each of them, beautiful and
accomplished.

I do not compare well, as my mother
often observed.

Miss Bennet, I am so sorry that anyone
has ever made you feel like a

disappointment.

I bumped into Anne Baxter on the way
here.

At the coaching inn? Quite by chance.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hayward. I understand you
must be suffering

terribly.

Well, I...

I heard our friend Mr Ryder came to
visit you at Pemberley. Oh, well, um,

uh... Mary, Tom, we should get going.

Yes.

Oh, we will speak again. Yeah, bye.

I read in my fishing book...

that we need to find the creases where
the current meets calmer water.

So now, no.

You're holding the line too tightly. And
you should never have an overfilled

spool. No, just loosen it a little.

I'm thinking. No.

What's the name of that mountain there?

I believe that is Scarfell.

Mr. Wiseworth's sister Dorothy climbed
Scarfell. Did she not? She did.

Said that you can see all the way out to
sea from up there.

Oh, how wonderful.

Would you be prepared to attempt
climbing it with me?

Really? Do you think we could?

I'd like to.

Are you skilled at physical pursuits,
Miss Bennet? No, not in the least. I'm

enthusiastic. I'll get the net.

Well, that'll do. That and good boot.

What do you think?

I hope I didn't speak out of turn when I
mentioned Mr. Ryder's visit.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Not at all. No.

I really only hope that I didn't speak
out of turn by mentioning Miss Baxter.

Oh, no. Not at all. Not at all.

Miss Baxter and I had... And it was
uneventful.

Something is definitely wrong.

Oh.

It's risable.

Bring it in. No, no. Now, just let the
rod do the work.

So lift and reel.

Lift and reel.

Lift and reel.

Perhaps this will be your supper for the
evening.

I'm not eating that.

It's moving.

No, I cannot show you, Mr Hayward. My
sketches, they're an offence to both the

lake and to art itself.

That is quite a feat, Miss Bennet.

Well, for the sake of lifting your
spirits, I'll show you my own disastrous

drawings, but please tell no one of what
you see.

Do not show me if you're being modest.

I shall feel wretched if you're that
actually well drawn. No, they are not.

And I have to warn you, it will be
impossible for you to ever think of me

man of feeling once you've seen these. I
have no artistic talent at all.

Oh, oh.

No, these, uh... No, these are quite
terrible.

I mean, I don't even know what that is.

That?

That is a duck.

Miss Bennet? It has too many legs.

Well, could we say that it is stepping
on a plant? I don't think we could.

No? No.

No. Perhaps we would enjoy the view more
if we weren't trying to replicate it.

Well, I certainly would.

We could go riding.

You ride much, Miss Bennet? No, that's
another thing I possess no skill for.

At Pemberley, I went riding with Miss...
Um...

With, uh, Mr. Ryder.

Uh... Um... Mr.

Ryder and I are not engaged.

If that's what you thought.

Oh.

In fact, I'm trying to think of, um, a
different future for myself.

I was wondering whether governessing
might be possible outside of my family.

I think you would be an excellent
governess.

But, Miss Bennet, do you not think that
you might perhaps

find yourself a match?

Oh, no, no, Mr Hayward, no.

I'm at peace with that.

Do you not think it might be worth you
having one last look about?

Just to make sure.

No.

I've learnt my lesson.

Any looking about will only lead to
disappointment.

Anyway, I'm sure... I'm sure you do not
wish to discuss engagements.

Well, the truth is... It's a lark that
sings.

Mr. Haywood?

Well,

perhaps it is a thrush. No, no, the lark
is more melodic. The thrush is, um...

Well, I mean, it's sort of more, it has
a variety of sounds, more like... Yes.

But they may sing differently up here.

In London, they sound like... I find the

lark is a bit more... I think the

lark is quite a difficult one to get
right. It's quite shrill. Hard on the

throat.

In truth, the only bird call that I'm
entirely confident with is that of the

London pigeon.

Come in.

Good evening, Mary.

How have you enjoyed your day?

Very much so.

You and Mr. Hayward get along very well.

He must surely be quite devastated about
Anne Baxter.

If he is, he's concealing his heartache
quite

convincingly.

He seems in good spirits.

I always wondered if they're entirely
well suited.

Really?

I'm sure Mr. Hayward felt that they
were.

Did he?

Good night, Mary.

You can't...

What

are you reading?

Tin Tan Abbey.

That was my favourite. I am quite fed up
with it.

Does not easily give up its secrets.

Would you read it to me?

From where you are.

Oh.

Well.

In hours

of weariness, sensations sweet, felt in
the blood and felt along the heart.

And passing even into my purer mind with
tranquil

restoration, feelings too of
unremembered, unremembered pleasure.

on? I'd like to take some notes on that
last bit.

I will read on, but perhaps you could
try not to worry about notes, Miss

for I have learned to look on nature not
as in the hour of thoughtless youth,

but hearing oftentimes still

sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor
grating, though of ample power to

and subdue.

And I have felt presence.

that deserves me with the joy of
elevated thoughts.

What do you think?

Yes, no, um... Mr Wordsworth is... Well,
he's explaining our

connection to nature and... to all of
this.

And how that connection...

Grow? We age?

Yes.

I've read this poem a thousand times.

Sitting here, I finally feel its true
power.

I have been trying to clarify something,
Miss Bennet.

I would like you to know that it was
something of a relief to end my

understanding with Miss Baxter.

We were quite young when we made our
agreement.

And over that time, my feelings had
changed.

Recently, I found that they had changed
quite significantly.

And I hope... I hope that you'd feel the
same way.

Ryder! What is he doing here?

William Ryder! Why is he getting into
the water?

Oh, he's an absolute typical of that
man, and an impatient and ill -thought

-through... Mr. Ryder, please be
careful!

What a beautiful day!

What are you doing here?

Mr.

Ryder, please let me help you onto the
boat.

Come on, Hayward.

A bit harder. Careful.

Mr Hayward!

I'm fine.

How do you always manage to cause such a
scene? It's quite bracing, isn't it?

Could you help, Miss Bennett?

Yes.

Miss Bennett, could you get it off,
please? Yes, of course.

No, that's not quite what happened.

Miss Bennett, could you get the other
one?

We'll hold on to the other end.

Yes.

Thank you.

Let go. The last thing we want is to
pull Miss Bennett in. No, let go.

Let go.

Oh, sorry, yes, of course.

Right.

Well, we'll have to swim back. Yes,
well, we can't leave this bed. It's

Sorry.

I'm afraid you're going to have to put
in more effort than that.

This isn't easy.

Yes, well, we wouldn't be in this
situation if you'd awaited us all like

other gentleman.

I think I swallowed the water.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Mr Ryder. Mr Gardner. Mrs Gardner.

Please forgive me intruding.

I needed legal advice and when I heard
Tom was in the lakes, well, I could

hardly resist.

How lovely to see you, Mr Ryder.

What is this legal matter that simply
could not wait?

Oh, it's not urgent. No, let's enjoy
ourselves first.

I had not realised I would find such a
happy party gathered here.

You two will catch your death.

Go and change.

On such a beautiful day, I can barely
feel the cold.

Well,

that was a much more adventurous day
than I'd been imagining.

Yes, it was quite unexpected all round.
I mean, what the hell is there here?

Greetings from London.

Miss Burnett. Mr Hurst.

Mr Hurst.

What is that smell?

Is this the whole of your party? Or
is... Louisa, have you seen my silver

reticule?

Miss Bingley.

Miss Bingley.

Ryder, why are you undressed?

Well, I have never been anywhere so wet
and muddy in all my life. And what is

that smell? That's what I said. That's
oxygen.

Miss Binkley, that is the smell of fresh
air.

Miss Bennet.

No one mentioned you were going to be
here.

And yet, here I am.

Right, well, we ought to get ourselves
settled in these frightfully small

Louisa? Mr Hurst? Right, I will change
and meet you all for supper.

By the fire to warm us up.

And also excuse me.

I've arranged for the guide to meet us
here in

the morning.

Ah, yes, Miss Gardner tells us that you
are climbing Scarfell tomorrow.

That is true.

Then we shall join you.

You would need to make proper
preparations before undertaking such a

Of course, Mr Hayward would rather
confine us to smooth lakes and calm

would just be happy to make it through
the day without one of your particular

adventures.

What about you, Miss Bingley?

Mrs Hurst, will you join us?

It is a difficult climb.

A most difficult climb.

I have long wished to see the place that
birthed such magnificent verses.

A few inconveniences on the way are a...

Small price to pay.

Do you read poetry, Miss Bingley? I
didn't know you cared for it. It is a

passion I share only with my friends.

Tell me, how long will this climb take?

I think I'll tell you. Well, it depends
on our pace. I think the guide will be

able to give us a better estimate. Mr.
Ryder, I am... Oh,

you sure are quite... May I? Oh, um...

Perhaps you and I might walk together.

Tomorrow.

Away from the crowd.

I'd very much like that.

And at the top of the mountain, we might
finish that conversation that we

started.

On the boat.

Tom, shall we discuss provisions for the
climb?

Oh, yes.

Good night, Miss Bennet.

Good night.

Excuse me, I just... I don't know that.

Yes, Miss Bennet.

I have been wanting to speak to you to
apologise.

Oh, er... For my proposal at Pemberley.

Please, think no more of it.

I now see a way in which it is possible
for us to have all that and still...

I'd hope to see you again in London, but
I found you here, and that must mean

something.

My situation has changed somewhat,
and... Mr Ryder, we need your

knowledge of the mountains to settle an
argument.

One moment.

Miss Bennet, the top of Scarfell Pike is
the most beautiful place I have ever

seen.

Once we get there, I will make amends to
you.

I had arrived in the lakes determined to
make my own way in the world.

Could it be that once I had firmly
accepted I did not wish to marry at all,

had somehow won the admiration of two
dear friends?